Aren’t you just itching for Spring right about now? At our house, we’re a mix of irritable and extremely contented. We’re tired of homeschooling and gray skies and shin splints and complicated epic poems and dirty floors and cluttered counter tops and pilling yoga pants. But then that’s all a lie because we hope the long, winter days snuggled in at home making art projects and reading books will never end. We’re majoring in the beautiful paradox again. We’re conflicted. Just like Tennessee February weather.
Thank heavens for the lemons, that are always in season and beautiful. They never seem to be tortured and twisted up. They’re Spring, in a bowl.
We try to ramp up the arts and crafts, to keep the winter doldrums from settling in too long and hard. Today, we’re making a skirted tablecloth, paper flowers and silhouette art in anticipation of an upcoming gathering at my house. I don’t know about your kids but my girls are SO hard on themselves when it comes to art. They complain that they can’t draw or paint well, that they’re not creative. LIES. It’s all lies, I tell you. So, I just keep making them do it, through the tears and the heartache. And then this occurs.
And with all the weeping and thrashing around about how UN-artistic we are, someone emailed me to ask me the name of the folk artist who did oil pastel chicken drawing on my wall in the living room. Well, I’m so glad you asked. Her name is Cutie Pie Wadsworth and she’ll be happy to do some chalk drawings for you. Her work may be stained with tears because she’s convinced she’s not very good. So, thanks for asking and I’ll keep reminding her that someone loves her work!
Sometimes I wonder if what I’m doing here in these long days with these girls is really making a difference. I despise my work too. But then the early morning quiet time, reflecting on their words, their tender hearts, their carefree dancing and laughing—I know it’s important. I know it’s good.
I can sense that these days are numbered and I wish I could bottle them up and keep them here forever.
We read our books and talk about Greek heroes and the new color of Essie polish and how to make freezer paper art and I’m overcome with joy that they beg me to sit on their beds and just talk.
Then, I’m pushing too hard— to do Latin grammar and to stop doing so much dancing, to quit goosing around and laughing all the time. At least they’ll never have to wonder if their mother was crazy. That one’s in the bag.
It is February so right after a week of 60 degree sunshine, we got snow. The girls were thrilled. When you live in TN and it snows, you know you’re on borrowed time so you keep your gear on the ready. There can be no looking for gloves for ten minutes because it’ll all be melted by then.
So, I knew I had exactly 47 minutes to snap this photo. We even made snow cream. Twice.
Also, I’ve got some news to share with you all but I’ll be sending it out through the newsletter to protect the names of the innocent. If you’re not subscribed yet, do so before Sunday. I am not sending every blog post out through the newsletter but some of you have asked for that. How about if I send an email update once a week or so with the links to all the posts from that week and then a newsletter once per month? I can have it set up to send an email with every post, but then I would want to unsubscribe because of all the emails. Tell me what your preferences are. Do you want an email with every single post? Tell me all about it. I’ll be checking the comments, amidst all the crafting today!
I’m using the email service to protect myself in case Google ever ‘loses’ me, which has happened to some of my friends. I don’t want to be at the mercy of Google to connect with my peeps so an email service gives us more control and connection.
Okay, happy weekend, dears!
Hope it’s full of beautiful contrasts!
Tell us how you’re fighting the winter blues!!